Thursday, January 29, 1970

I have your ribbon and you have my ring,
And yet between us we've misplaced the thing we'd found.
It would not be bound.
Gone are the splendor, the joy and the smile.
Where there was music, it echoes a mile away.

Oh we could stay, we could stay together,
Just pretending going on and on.
We could play, we could play together,
The game of love when love is gone.

But you are honest and yes I am proud.
Only a fool is content with a cloud to hide him.
We can't fall beside him.
So take back the promise and cast off the vow
We said tomorrow but had only now to spend, and now is the end.

Oh, we could stay together,
Just pretending going on and on.
We could play, we could play together,
The game of love when love is gone.
When love is gone.
The games go on
When love is gone.

Music
I love this song - its progression, lyrics, melody, even its key signature and meter. Harmonically it's somewhat unstable to say the least, modulating all the way from F to D, and I'd welcome suggestions for the chorus. Anyway, here goes.

The song is in Ab, but sounds pretty good on guitar in F with a capo on 3. The verse is basically just F - C - F - C, with the second C leading up to the first D (key change) of the chorus, which is something like D - C - D - C - F. The coda is F - G - F - D.

Wednesday, January 28, 1970

These woods, I've been here before,
But someone's changed the color of the leaves.
Not leaves not green anymore;
What is that hanging in the trees?
Bits of glass broken, bicycle wheels broken,
Old toys, old wounds, broken, broken.
Why did I come here on my way home?

This road, I've been here before,
But where's the rock I used to climb?
No rock, no road anymore.
Who are these people waiting there in line?
Throwing stones, strangers, throwing knives, strangers.
Old friends, old loves, strangers, strangers.
Why did I come here on my way home?

This house, I've been here before,
But there's no answer when I knock.
Just wind, no sound anymore,
My key won't fit into the lock.
Are all the rooms empty? Fireplace empty?
Cold walls, cold rooms, empty, empty.
Why did I come here on my way home?

Tuesday, January 27, 1970

One raven's gone, one summer changed me.
He took the ribbons from my hair,
And gave me wide and naked eyes to stare.

One raven's gone, and he has changed me.
I hear the song his loving played.
It echoes in a world we never made.

I don't wear blue ribbons now,
I don't wind my heart with laces.
I don't smile at lovers now,
I wind my eyes with rivers
From the places they will find.
The word is full of lovers
Loving hate and only loving
Others of their kind.

My raven's gone, they took him from me
On black and shining wings of song.
Upon a wind of freedom swept along.

My raven's gone, they took him from me.
I hear the laughter of their hate
And see the arrows fly from freedom's gate.

I don't wear blue ribbons now,
I don't wind my heart with laces.
I don't smile at lovers now,
I wind my eyes with rivers
From the places they will find.
The word is full of lovers
Loving hate and only loving
Others of their kind.

My love is gone, but love is with me.
The song he sang is in me now.
The tree of love will bear a loving bough.

Though he is gone, his voice is in me.
I hear him shout, I am not blind,
I am a man and men are all one kind.

I don't wear blue ribbons now,
I don't wind my heart with laces.
I don't smile at lovers now,
I wind my eyes with rivers
From the places they will find.
The word is full of lovers
Loving hate and only loving
Others of their kind.

But maybe they are learning now,
Maybe just a few are learning.

Music
This one is in F minor, so I'd say capo on three and D minor chords. The 'open' sound is due to the many fifth chords (i.e. without the major/minor third). Interestingly, as with the previous song on this record, the chorus and ending of the song are in a different key (A minor).

Monday, January 26, 1970

Hey, people can you hear the children singing?
Hey, what a lot of love there is.
Standing on the doorstep of the history you're making,
Do you wonder what to give, or only what's for taking?
Can't you hear the children singing?
Won't you listen, hear them singing?

What a happy day.
What a groovy morning,
Come and play with me.
This is my garden, and you're welcome,
On this happy day.

Hey, people can you hear the children singing?
Hey, what a lot of love there is.
Standing in the sunshine while the sun is getting higher,
Will you take the sun away in one red cloud of fire?
Will you stop the children singing?
Can't you leave the chidren singing?

What a happy day.
What a groovy morning,
Come and play with me.
This is my garden, and you're welcome,
On this happy day.

Music

This is quite an interesting song, harmonically, as it follows the circle of fifths from the root of Eb all the way to Gb for the chorus, and then back again at the end. For guitar, I'd suggest a capo on the first fret and the following chords - in the intro and verse beginning, the descending and ascending bass line is the main thing; the 'sus2/4' indicates the melody line Ackles plays over some of the chords (see piano score):

Someone requested a piano score for this one, so I've transcribed it from the intro all the way to the end of the first chorus. I've expressly decided not to do a note-for-note transcription - the score indicates the harmonic and melodic backbone of the song, with some suggestions for the fills. I've also got it in the free MuseScore format, which allows you to play the score, as well as edit and print it. Send me an e-mail if you're interested.

Saturday, January 24, 1970

Money for cigarettes, pennies for wine.
Don't let them take that away, bud.
It's all I have to call mine.
Listen, buddy, that's all I have to call mine.

I got no overhead, no taxes to pay.
I just got one roll-away bed,
That they want to roll away.
Listen, buddy, don't let the roll it away.

Sure, I've heard what they're saying.
Share the wealth, that's what they're saying,
But I don't believe it.
The government takes all the cash,
And eats it or something.
So the rich get richer, and the poor get nothing,
So leave me my

Money for cigarettes, my pennies for wine.
Don't let them take that away, bud.
It's all I have to call mine.
Listen, buddy, it's all I have to call mine.

Thursday, January 22, 1970

His name is Andrew,
He works in a canning factory.
He doesn't have a friend.
He chooses to wait alone,
For his life to end.

When Andrew was just a little boy,
He knew all the words to all the hymns of joy,
And he sang them on Sunday,
And he sang them on Monday,
And in April, and in May,
And he heard them say:
'God is love, God is love,'
And he believed them.

This child was Andrew,
He lived in a world of innocence.
On him the lion grinned.
He sang in the arms of God,
As he strummed the wind.

When Andrew was tall and twenty-one,
He wandered from God and wondered what he'd done.
For he still sang on Sunday,
Though he muddled through in May,
With a silence in his head,
'Til in jest it said:
'God redeems, God redeems,'
And he believed it.

This man was Andrew,
Hearing a voice he thought was stilled.
Back to the arms of grace
He stumbled through darkened woods
To a lighted place.

When Andrew returned to love and light,
He lifted his voice and sang away the night.
And the preacher from Sunday
Heard him singing on Monday,
And he stopped him with a word.
From the dark he heard:
'God is dead, God is dead,'
And he believed him.

My name is Andrew,
I work in a canning factory.
I do not have a friend.
I choose to wait alone
For this life to end.